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Monday, June 28, 2010

The Ranch

My husband Hank comes from a long line of frontiersmen and outdoor types. (his words, and well, he likes to quote Raising Arizona) Anyways, he does have some cattle ranchers in his family. The Black Family Ranch sits right outside Breckenridge, TX about 2 and a half hours from Dallas. Its 5500 acres of wide open Texas country, with a pasture along the Brazos. It is one of my very favorite places to go. Luckily for me, we were married there and return each year for our anniversary. Here is a glimpse of our most recent trip.Ritualistically once we turn onto the dirt road that leads to the ranch wetoss off our seatbelts, roll down the windows, and hop in the back of the truck and grab a cold beer from the cooler. There's nothing better on a Friday evening at sunset.

The next morning we magically wake up at the butt-crack of dawn. There's something about getting a full night's sleep in silence that can do that to a person. Now, if this happened to me in town I may gripe about it, but being up early in the country has its benefits.

Awesome sunrises and delicious, delicious coffee aside, I also had time to make biscuits! In the morning! When they are typically eaten! Sausage gravy too! Hallelujah.

After filling up on breakfast we normally go out for a walk or a drive, this time since we were spotting snakes left and right we opted for a drive. I was dying to check out all the wildflowers that were blanketing the pastures.

We said hey to some of the cows & horses...

They looked at us funny.

And we drove on.

Later that day there was a pot full of fresh beans, hours spent on the porch swing, and a happy dog.